Your heart is a Morpheus Dilemma
pumping and pumping and heating life.
It is as if a thousand doors have been opened around it
to let everybody in
Your heart is unlockable
and even if you wanted to
the keys are walled in oblivion fortresses
to defend everybody who dares
who dares, indeed, to ask for a real smile from you
to crave a real kiss.
Oh, you give so many my dear, in the thousands,
but all these kisses and smiles and hugs,
hiss through the wide-open doors.
Because your heart is unlockable
and I stand before you all these years
thinking I am the one
but I am in the middle of an eternal queue of men waiting.
I am sure once you waited too, in another queue.